"The guy at the desk was totally flirting with you!' is Deanna's comment as we walk away from the Delta ticketing counter
"It was cute! Clumsy, but cute."
The man spends four or five minutes telling D to keep an eye on her sister (supposedly me) and explaining how she will find her connecting flight once she reaches Atlanta. Deanna is flying out to help her Aunt Holly with a cross-country drive, since Holly has 3 kids under the age of 5 and a limited supply of sanity to spare.
Even though I know D is competent, smart and capable I still worry because she is flying ALONE.
My mind understands that it is my job as a parent to make myself obsolete, and it becomes and more apparent as the children age that they eagerly await the day when they no longer live under my rule and I am relegated to the obsolete status of a has-been. I understand that they can't wait until they get to be on their own and my heart breaks with worry every time they try their independence. Not to mention the fear and anxiety when they drive--no need for any caffeinated assistance to wake me up in the morning if I let one of the teens drive to swim lessons!
One of the lovely Delta agents let me know that I could get a pass through security to accompany D back to her gate. She had been all kinds of nervous all morning, and this small bit of help seems to calm her right down. We sit by a window, her asking questions about boarding procedures and the Atlanta airport, while I maintain a calm demeanor despite my quaking innards. She teases me about being called her sister, when in truth I am older than the Crypt Keeper, and we watch the minutes pass until she stands up to board.
If she is nervous it doesn't show as she hands her boarding pass to the gate agent and waits patiently in the line to board. And my heart breaks again because I am so proud of her.
"It was cute! Clumsy, but cute."
The man spends four or five minutes telling D to keep an eye on her sister (supposedly me) and explaining how she will find her connecting flight once she reaches Atlanta. Deanna is flying out to help her Aunt Holly with a cross-country drive, since Holly has 3 kids under the age of 5 and a limited supply of sanity to spare.
Even though I know D is competent, smart and capable I still worry because she is flying ALONE.
My mind understands that it is my job as a parent to make myself obsolete, and it becomes and more apparent as the children age that they eagerly await the day when they no longer live under my rule and I am relegated to the obsolete status of a has-been. I understand that they can't wait until they get to be on their own and my heart breaks with worry every time they try their independence. Not to mention the fear and anxiety when they drive--no need for any caffeinated assistance to wake me up in the morning if I let one of the teens drive to swim lessons!
One of the lovely Delta agents let me know that I could get a pass through security to accompany D back to her gate. She had been all kinds of nervous all morning, and this small bit of help seems to calm her right down. We sit by a window, her asking questions about boarding procedures and the Atlanta airport, while I maintain a calm demeanor despite my quaking innards. She teases me about being called her sister, when in truth I am older than the Crypt Keeper, and we watch the minutes pass until she stands up to board.
If she is nervous it doesn't show as she hands her boarding pass to the gate agent and waits patiently in the line to board. And my heart breaks again because I am so proud of her.
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Aw. Thanks so much for being brave and sending her to me! She was SUCH a blessing. AND all my kids are still alive because of her! :) Her sunglasses are awaiting a trip to the post office.....
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